A Plea For Help
Stories
Vision Stories
True Accounts Of Visions, Angels, And Healing Miracles
My mother died of breast cancer in 1976. I was 25 years old at the time, and the youngest of her three children. Soon after she died, she would come and talk to me in my dreams. I would feel her presence and would be comforted, knowing that she lived on in heaven. She would also come to one of my brothers in his dreams.
About two years after she died, she appeared in a dream to three people in my family on the same night. The dream was similar for all of us. She simply wanted to tell us that it was time for her to move on, that we didn't need her comfort, that we were all okay now. I guess she felt our hardest grieving was over. She said good-bye and promised that she would always be near when we needed her.
Even though I thought of her almost daily, she didn't appear in my dreams for many years. Then, in my third year of seminary education, she reappeared when I asked for her. It was during a particularly difficult time for me, where I was having trouble sleeping for weeks on end. I needed the comfort that only a mother can give, and so I prayed to God that she might come and hold me during the night, so that I could get uninterrupted sleep.
With that prayer on my lips, I fell asleep. Soon, I felt the comfort of my mother's arms wrapped around me, holding me as I slept. I didn't wake once that night, nor did I have one of the intense dreams that had been wearing me down. In the morning, I awoke feeling renewed and hopeful. I knew that my mother, though long departed from this physical world, was still watching over me and would always be there when I needed her.
About two years after she died, she appeared in a dream to three people in my family on the same night. The dream was similar for all of us. She simply wanted to tell us that it was time for her to move on, that we didn't need her comfort, that we were all okay now. I guess she felt our hardest grieving was over. She said good-bye and promised that she would always be near when we needed her.
Even though I thought of her almost daily, she didn't appear in my dreams for many years. Then, in my third year of seminary education, she reappeared when I asked for her. It was during a particularly difficult time for me, where I was having trouble sleeping for weeks on end. I needed the comfort that only a mother can give, and so I prayed to God that she might come and hold me during the night, so that I could get uninterrupted sleep.
With that prayer on my lips, I fell asleep. Soon, I felt the comfort of my mother's arms wrapped around me, holding me as I slept. I didn't wake once that night, nor did I have one of the intense dreams that had been wearing me down. In the morning, I awoke feeling renewed and hopeful. I knew that my mother, though long departed from this physical world, was still watching over me and would always be there when I needed her.
